Out in the Cold (Zianourry) ON HOLD

Four

The walk to the four boys' house takes Zayn and Harry around 20 minutes to make. The whole time Zayn keeps his arm around Harry's waist, keeping him flush against his body, helping to shield the curly haired boy from the biting wind. 

"Sorry. I guess I should have brought my car to work today."  Zayn apologizes. 

Harry shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to walking. I kind of like it actually." 

Zayn nods, squeezing Harry's waist. They walk past rows of houses, each one big and fancy with gates in front of them, before they finally come to a stop in front of one, which Zayn guides Harry up to and punches in a number on a pad that sits beside it. Then the gate opens and Zayn guides Harry up the driveway, hearing the gate shut behind them. 

Harry doesn't say anything, although his eyes go as wide as saucers, scanning the huge house before him. Right as they approach the door, it flies open, just barely missing Harry's arm. 

"Hey, love." Niall greets, a smile on his face. He leans in to wrap Harry in a hug, but Zayn quickly pushes him back, causing a pout to appear on the blond boy's lips. 

"Let him get in the house and warm up first, Nialler." Zayn says, laughing softly. He ushers Harry to step in ahead of him, then Zayn shuts the door when he's in as well, leaning over and giving Niall a quick kiss. Niall proceeds to wrap his arms around Harry, pulling him into his chest and leaning his head on Harry's shoulder, sighing happily. 

Louis and Liam appear in front of them then, which makes Harry jump slightly, and the two of them smile at the scene before them. "Hey, Harry?" Liam calls out softly, the curly haired boy turning his head to look him in the eyes. "I have some clothes that you can sleep in. Come on, I'll show you where everything is." Liam smiles at him kindly, his eyes crinkling in the corners, and holds a hand out for Harry to take. 

Harry shakes his head though, not moving. "It's fine honestly." 

"Please, Harry?" Liam asks, jutting his bottom lip out and making his eyes widen. 

Harry quickly covers his eyes, whining, "That's not fair!" 

Liam laughs, reaching out and gently pulling Harry from Niall's grip. Then he lets go of Harry's arms, instead grabbing ahold of one of Harry's hands, and begins leading him upstairs. Harry doesn't even try protesting, just lets himself be pulled along to wherever Liam is taking him. 

Liam pushes open the third door on the right, revealing a huge bedroom with an equally huge bed right in the center of the room. Well that's a really big bed for one person, Harry thinks to himself. 

Liam lets go of Harry's hand to pick up clothes that are set on the foot of the bed, handing them to Harry. "Here you go, darling. The bathroom is right through that door," He points towards a door in the far left of the room. "Feel free to use whatever you want, okay Harry? Just make yourself at home. We'll be downstairs when you're done." 

Harry nods, giving Liam a small smile as a thank you, no dimples showing. Liam returns the smile and exits the bedroom. Harry lets out a sigh and looks down at the clothes in his hands. Then he lifts his head, eyeing the bathroom door. 

He walks towards the door, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him, triple checking to make sure it's locked. Harry braces himself before he takes a glance in the mirror, gasping in shock at what looks back at him. He looks worse than he thought he did. Dirt covers practically every inch of revealed skin, his hair long and tangled, lips chapped. Harry sets the clothes Liam gave him on the counter by the sink and grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Right above the butterfly tattoo he got shortly after he got kicked out, sits a huge bruise. He runs a finger across it gently, wincing at the jolt of pain that follows. 

Harry shakes his head, turning away from the mirror, and finishes stripping quickly, setting his dirty clothes in a pile on the floor. He goes to grab the pair of light grey sweatpants Liam gave him, when he catches sight of the shower. He hesitates, biting his lip, before he shrugs and sets the sweatpants back down, walking over to the shower, turning it on and fiddling with the nozzles until the water temperature feels good. 

Harry spends a good hour in the shower, scrubbing himself repeatedly, washing his hair about three times for good measure, and just relaxing because he doesn't know when he'll be able to do this again. 

He gets out of the shower, shivering as the air hits him, his skin pruned, and quickly towels off. He throws the towel in the pile of dirty clothes, then slides the sweatpants on along with a navy blue long sleeve. 

Harry leaves the bathroom, heading back down to where Liam said they would be. He pauses right outside of the doorway, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply, before reopening them and stepping in. Immediately all four of the boys' eyes go to Harry, which makes him extremely self-conscious. He looks down at his feet, nervously rubbing his arm. 

Someone grabs his arm, making him jump and look up, seeing Niall giving him a warm smile. "Come on, sweetheart. We're watching Friends. You can sit in the middle." He tells Harry, pointing to the spot between Zayn and Louis. Harry bites his lip, nods his head, and walks over, pausing momentarily, but sits down, curling his legs up to his chest so he isn't touching any of them. Niall reclaims his spot of the other side of Zayn, Liam being on the other side of Louis, and hits play on the remote, the show automatically starting again. 

Sorry, this took forever to update :/ 
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